A little river god?

Thought of here.

Ning He took out the pear scented flower from his sleeve pocket that he had previously used as a trade barbeque experience for black bear essence.

Now more than a month has passed, and its palm-sized appearance has not changed, but its small petals are not only more rounded, but also have some thoughts like a baby.

When Ning He took it out, its petals closed inward, hugging Ning He's fingers tightly like an attachment.

Then, it felt a little cold, so it slowly moved to Ning He's sleeve. It wanted to hug Ning He's arm, but found that it was too small to hug, so it hugged Ning He instead.

Ning He gently shook it twice, but did not shake it off.

I’m afraid of hurting it.

Ning He just let it go.

Then he looked at the black bear spirit lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

Just two water generals are coming.

Ning He explained a few words and asked them to take care of him.
Chapter completed!